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'Somebody's Grandpa."

H," cried Emma Rich, out of breath with running to catch up with Julia Kent, "There's an old man coming down Truman Street, and he walks so queer; the boys are pestering him, and it frightened me awfully."

Julia looked round, yet saw nobody but Emma at her side, pale and trembling. "How did he look?" asked Julia. Awfully," said Emma, who saw him through her fears, and fears, you know, often give quite a wrong impression.

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Julia looked again, and then caught sight of an old man staggering round the corner, with a pack of rude boys behind him.

"Let's run away," cried Emma.

Instead of that, Julia stopped. "I should think those boys would be ashamed to treat an old man so," she said, her cheeks glowing. "He's somebody's grandpa."

"Oh, I am so frightened," cried Emma again.

"Frightened!" cried Julia, indignantly; "then run." Julia went back. "Boys," she said boldly, "I think you ought to be ashamed to treat a poor old man so. Should you like it if 'twas your grandpa?"

"Who are you?" cried the rude boys, and they began to sneer at her.

"You may laugh as much as you please," said Julia, "I don't mind it."

"I hear a friendly voice," said the old man, "but I'm blind; I cannot see where it comes from."

"It is I," answered the child, going up to him, "and I will lead you home, if you would like me to. Maybe you lost your way, sir? It must be so hard not to see."

"I'm a stranger

"Yes, dear child," said the old man ; here. I'm visiting my daughter, who lives fin

Street.

I just stepped out to sun and air myself, and somehow missed my way. The boys think I'm in liquor, for I can't walk with young legs. How came you to befriend me, dear child?"

"Oh, sir, said Julia, "I thought you must be somebody's grandpa, and I could not bear to see you treated So. I will lead you home, sir."

"God bless you, dear child," said the old man.

As soon as Julia took him in charge, the rude boys sneaked off, showing that the brave stand of even a little girl for the right, confounds and puts to flight the wicked. Kindly and carefully she helped him down unexpected steps, and round sharp corners, and by the dogs and the people in the streets, the old man thankful for a little child to lead him, and Julia very pleased to do it, for Julia had been taught to respect and care for the aged. Her grandpa had lived in her father's family, and she knew old feet needed young, active steps to go for them; old eyes wanted young, bright eyes to see for them; and old hands, which had done the hard work of other days, must now have young, strong hands to help them.

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So in every old man, no matter how poor or how pitiful he was, she saw Somebody's grandpa," who ought to have the respectful behaviour, the kind attentions, and the affectionate treatment which made her grandpa so happy while he lived, and which made grandpa's memory so sweet to his little grandchildren.

The Written Valley.

(HE Wady Mokatteb, as
called by the Arabs.
nishes strong proofs of
statements of the Bible

it is sometimes This valley furthe truth of the concerning the

events of the forty years the Israelites lived in the wilderness.

For many miles

the rocks on either side bear inscriptions, many of them in large letters deeply cut into the stone. It must have required the labour of many hands for several years to produce so great a work. During many ages the meaning of these inscriptions was unknown, as the form or kind of letters had ceased to be used. But through much research they have been traced, and the words translated. It is found that the sentences all refer to matters named in the books of Moses, such as the people dying of the bites of serpents; of others being healed through looking towards the serpent of brass; the rock being smitten by Moses, and the people drinking of the water which flowed from it; the supply of quails and of manna, and various other references to the marvels of the desert. We rejoice in the testimony of these rccks, as also in the proofs furnished by the slabs, &c., recently discovered in the earth-covered ruins of Nineveh. Not that the world needs such proofs, for by personal trial, we may have evidence engraven on the fleshly tablets of our hearts proving that the word of the Lord is true, and also "powerful, converting the soul." That was a beautiful testimony of Paul in respect to Timothy, "from a child thou hast known the Holy Scripcures which are able to make thee wise unto salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus." T.B.

Cinnamon.

INNAMON-BARK is well-known to all

our readers. Boys and girls, as well as
many grown people, like to scent and eat
it. It is an article of commerce, and
great quantities are brought to this
country every year.
It is in daily use,
but not many take any thought about
where and how it grows, and how it is

prepared for the market. The cinnamon plant is supposed to be a native of Ceylon, an island in the Indian Ocean, south of Asia, the people of which are called the Ceylonese. But this plant is cultivated chiefly by the people of China, not because a better quality or more abundant crop is produced there, but because the Chinese are more industrious and value commerce more highly than the Ceylonese. These countries have their cinnamon harvest, when all hands are busily engaged, as are we in gathering the productions of this country. But this harvest commences in May and continues until October. The plants are not cut down and destroyed, but the twigs or shoot limbs are carefully selected and cut off, ranging in size from a half inch to two inches, the smaller the better. After they are cut from the plant, a knife, made for the purpose, is run several times lengthwise through the bark, so that it may be easily stripped off. After being stripped off, the bark is dried in the sun, and rolls up like quills. It is then bound into bundles of thirty pounds each, sewed up in mats, and sent to market.

The "cassia-buds" which are procured at the drug and confectionery stores, and chewed to sweeten the breath, are the dried flowers of the cinnamon-tree, gathered for commerce just before they burst into bloom.